Chapter two hundred and twenty storm

She is a human being, how can she stand his storm? Aria stayed quiet for a while, with a touch of femininity in his voice. "I won't move, then you let me down." He put his hand on his lip and rubbed it gently, then slowly put it into her mouth. "Bite me." The voice was hoarse with a touch of strength. Aria was stunned. What kind of abnormal request is he making? Bite him? Is he sick? "Grayson, tell me, what is wrong with you?" His lips were tightly pressed. The thin, pink lips looked extremely soft. Aria swallowed saliva. Even one hand slipped to her waist, moving gently and slowly, feeling her temperature little by little, and touching her skin with slender and beautiful fingers. A feeling of limp and numbness rose from Aria's mind. No one can escape, Grayson's charm. Especially in the face of a woman who loves her deeply. "You..." Grayson has been silent all the time. The woman he loves is on him. As long as he turns over, he can swallow the woman he loves alive. However,